Sunday, 3 April 2011

Late night visit..

I had a visitor at 2 o'clock last night..

I am a bit annoyed, that I sleep the way I do, deeply, but always aware of any sound, after years and years listening for a dreaming child, for cries, or any other sound indicating, that the children need their Mom..

I heard him coming through the front door, I knew, he had plans to come, but I fell asleep so late in the night I thought, he didn't want to bother after all. It is difficult to get to my place in the middle of the night, no subway trains nearby, and last night not possible for him to take the car..

But he came, and I felt the smile spreading on my lips, hearing him, hearing him quietly walk around in the house, taking off his trousers in the hall, perhaps to prevent me from waking up. And, I expected, to come to bed and go to sleep quickly, as he usually does, without much hanky - panky, at least at that time of night.

"Be quiet, slut,  not a sound.."

His hands, caressing my ass, the room completely dark, but I still knew his voice, the feeling of him, his body behind mine..

"If you mumble as much as a word or a sound, you know, what is waiting you.."

His hands knowingly examined the depths of my cunt, the lips and the soft skin, he felt my moisture, and suddenly he pinched my nipple so hard, that a stifled murmur came over my lips.

"Quiet now, slut!"

I felt his hands gripping hard around my mouth, the other hand touching my clit so hard, it almost hurt, but also aroused me even more, and made me even more wet. Another sound came out of my mouth, without me even noticing, it was on its way..

His hand immediately stopped its titillating touch, and now followed searing, burning beats on my buttocks, by his hands. I tried hard not not wiggle and moan, and he just kept on marking my skin, making my buttocks red with his blows, again, more..

2 comments:

  1. Very sexy. What a lucky man! A girl once said to me, before she went to sleep, 'if you wake in the night, don't hesitate to do what you want.' So I didn't. Hesitate, I mean!

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  2. The second time I met my love the meeting was like this. Complete darkness and roaring silence.

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